Chapter 15

Although he had known that Lin Ruoxi was incredibly wealthy, Yang Chen never expected her garage to be divided into two levels, with no less than ten luxury cars of various colors parked inside. Whether it was a Mercedes SLK, an Audi R8, a Corvette, or even a Lamborghini and a Maserati, they were all present. However, Yang Chen naturally wouldn’t choose a sports car to drive out. These cars would likely only last a few ten thousand kilometers in their lifetime, not because they couldn’t run longer, but because driving such a car in daily life was too conspicuous and too expensive. Apart from racing, these cars didn’t really show their worth.

"These cars, Miss usually doesn’t use. They are all gifts from her business friends. Miss hasn’t driven them much. If you like any of them, just take it," Aunt Wang said with a smile.

Yang Chen had always been curious about what his beautiful wife did for a living, but he felt it was inappropriate to ask Aunt Wang. After all, if he didn’t even know that, their marriage would seem very strange. After walking around, Yang Chen finally spotted a relatively normal sports car, a white BMW M3. This car was basically at the pinnacle of city sports cars, capable of reaching a terrifying speed of over 300 kilometers per hour. However, in Lin Ruoxi’s garage, this M3 was the least conspicuous.

"I’ll take this one," Yang Chen said, pointing at the M3.

Aunt Wang looked a bit doubtful. "Sir, don’t you want to choose a better one? This one is probably the cheapest here."

Yang Chen smiled and explained, "This one is fine. A car that’s too conspicuous isn’t good. Wealth should be kept hidden, and it’s better to be low-key."

"No wonder Miss likes you, Sir. Your mindset is truly rare. Nowadays, young people always try to outdo each other in wealth, but you’re thinking about how to keep it hidden." Aunt Wang nodded in satisfaction and then retrieved the BMW’s key from a corner of the garage and handed it to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen got into the car with ease, and the garage door automatically rolled up. After saying goodbye to Aunt Wang, the car shot out of the garage like an arrow.

Aunt Wang watched Yang Chen drive away, sighing softly to herself, "Young people these days, I really don’t understand them..."

Having not driven for more than half a year, Yang Chen found that his driving skills hadn’t deteriorated. The BMW M3’s excellent performance was fully demonstrated on the roads of Zhonghai City, weaving through traffic with precision and maintaining a speed of over 100 kilometers per hour, which was astonishingly fast in the city. Occasionally, a few police officers noticed Yang Chen’s speed, but they were left in the dust before they could react.

In less than half an hour, Yang Chen returned to the building where he rented his apartment. When he went upstairs, he noticed that his door was open. Frowning, his first thought was that someone had been inside. However, when he entered, he found a familiar face—Li Jingjing!

Li Jingjing was wearing a white embroidered shirt and a light green chiffon skirt. Her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, with a few strands swaying in the breeze that flowed in through the window, making her look elegant and refined.

At that moment, the girl was diligently mopping the floor, even though there wasn’t much in Yang Chen’s room, there was plenty of dust.

Seeing Yang Chen return, Li Jingjing’s face lit up with joy, her cheeks flushed from the labor, like a summer fairy. "Big Brother Yang, you’re back!"

Yang Chen felt a warm feeling in his heart. Two months ago, before Li Jingjing started her internship, she often cleaned his room. Now that she had a job, she still came back during her lunch break to clean for him. Filled with guilt and affection for the girl, Yang Chen stroked her smooth ponytail. "Jingjing, don’t come to clean anymore. I’m moving out."

"Moving out?" Li Jingjing was taken aback. "Big Brother Yang, are you leaving Zhonghai?"

Yang Chen thought for a moment and decided to tell the truth. "No, but I got married and will be living with my wife. I’ll still be in Zhonghai."

Li Jingjing’s face turned pale, and her beautiful eyes welled up with tears, which she quickly wiped away. Her trembling shoulders betrayed her inner turmoil.

After a long silence, Li Jingjing finally looked up, her eyes red, and forced a smile. "Congratulations, Big Brother Yang. Your wife must be very beautiful, right?"

Yang Chen felt a lump in his throat but decided that it was better to face the pain sooner rather than later. He knew Li Jingjing would have to face this moment eventually. Hearing her question, he subconsciously nodded, thinking of Lin Ruoxi’s stunning face.

A flash of despair crossed Li Jingjing’s eyes, but she seemed to calm down. She smiled bitterly. "Big Brother Yang, you’re so mean. You didn’t even tell us about such a big event. But... I still wish you both the best. I... I’ll go now..."

Yang Chen watched Li Jingjing’s back, which looked like a frightened rabbit, as she hurried down the stairs. Feeling a pang of distress, he quickly said, "Jingjing, I’ll visit you at No. 1 High School in a few days. Work hard."

Li Jingjing paused, gave a soft response, and then ran down the stairs.

After waiting for a long time until Li Jingjing had left, Yang Chen took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a few deep puffs. The worry in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a determined look.

Yang Chen was confident in his memory. He had definitely locked the door when he left. This meant that Li Jingjing must have entered because someone had forcibly opened the door. But who would break into his home for no reason? Yang Chen thought of two possibilities: the first was that some secret government department had started investigating him, but that didn’t make sense. If they really wanted to take action, they would have come directly to him, which would be more direct and effective. The second possibility was Chen Feng, who had recently escalated his conflict. Since the police couldn’t do anything to him, Chen Feng might have tried another approach.

"Truly, you won’t cry until you see the coffin..." Yang Chen muttered to himself, then threw away the cigarette butt and started packing his things.

Yang Chen organized the large boxes in the room, stuffing some clothes into an old, large bag. He then went to the bathroom and punched a hole in a whitewashed wall, retrieving a small black wooden box. He placed it in the bag with his clothes.

After packing everything, Yang Chen walked out of the apartment building, looking back at the old house where he had lived for more than half a year, as if trying to imprint the scene in his mind.

After another high-speed drive, Yang Chen returned to the villa in Longjing Garden. He parked the car and entered the villa through the automatic small elevator. As soon as he stepped inside, he saw a beautiful figure lounging on the sofa in the living room, watching a newly released Korean drama on the large TV screen.

With her hair tied up, her slender, fair neck visible, the silhouette alone was enough to spark endless imagination. Who else could it be but his newlywed wife, Lin Ruoxi?

At that moment, Lin Ruoxi was completely engrossed in the romantic scenes of the Korean drama and didn’t hear Yang Chen come in.

Yang Chen smiled with amusement. He hadn’t expected his cold and distant wife to enjoy such romantic Korean dramas. Feeling a bit lighter, he walked up and suddenly hugged Lin Ruoxi’s shoulders. "Good wife, give your husband a kiss!"